chapter 6

5.
My mouth hung slack after Cintura delivered their verdict. The guard who pushed me forward doubled his efforts, I staggered into a waddle, the blubber in my thighs slapping together.

‘What have I done?’ Echoed through my mind as I was led to my new home. The crowds that stuffed me earlier had doubled in size. This time though, I was not the object of their attention. They were shouting something and poking their hands through Abrams cage. I heard ‘Grow pig, grow stupid!’

Yet I didn’t feel nearly as guilty as I thought I would. The idea of seeing Abram swell into a fatty like me sent an unfamiliar twitch coursing through my groin. As I walked at my slow pace the folds and belly that surrounded my cock began to glisten with sweat. My manhood bobbed out into this flesh toy of my own body.

Over the last months I had been stuffed, humiliated, and called many a degrading name. I hated to admit it, but somewhere along the line it started turning me on in earnest. I pictured feeding Abram myself, seeing his eyes go wide as I forced his belly to stretch out, pumping him full of fattening food over and over day after day. How his face would look puffed up, how he would pout when he got too fat to see his cock. I groaned, the mental image bringing me to a climax of pleasure I hadn’t ever felt. I let the jizzum drip down my legs with a drugged out smile on my lips.

“Well now,” I said to no one, “maybe this will be my island paradise after all.”

6.
Abram wouldn’t look at me. After he was released from his cage he ran to the window, groaning when he found it barred. I tried to comfort him, or say anything really, but a dissatisfied grunt was all he had for me. I sat on the bed and watched him examine the room for any escape route, and what a room it was.

To my surprise, we were led around to the opposite side of the pyramid building. Once inside we entered something that looked like an elevator, that I later learned was a rope and pulley system. We were hoisted to our room, the top floor, with hardly a step taken.

‘No calories wasted,’ was the official reason.

‘And no escape…’ was the one I thought of.

The elevator dropped away, and I gasped when I looked at my new surroundings. Ornate sculptures of obese caricatures. Bouquets of white flowers in jade vases. Paintings of local monuments. The bed was larger than a king size. Marble tile floor, tables full of exotic fruit. The entire room looked like a penthouse suite of a five star hotel. There were all types of reinforced furniture, for what looked like aiding people into a variety of sexual positions. Mirrors lined the walls, which only served to show how distressed Abram was getting.

After turning over everything in the room, Abram put his head through a gap in the bars of the window and cursed. All escape options were eliminated. He hung limp on the threshold like a clobbered fish. By this point I was growing annoyed with him. All these dramatics, what, because he would need to put on weight? Was it not lost on him he was in this situation with me, the very person he had done the same thing to? We were safe, had a place to stay. The locals weren’t hostile. If anything they were happy to see us despite strange circumstances. If I had put up as much of a fuss as Abram was when he found me, I would have been thrown overboard without pause. I glowered at him, folding my arms across my chest.

“Can you give it a rest? Getting fat isn’t the end of the world.”

Abram looked at me like he had just realized I was in the room. He blushed, connecting the dots.

“Carver sorry I- it’s not that bad it’s just-” Abrams head fell to his chest. He sat on the bed and wracked his forehead with his knuckles.

“You don’t want to be a fatty like me?”

Abram sighed. He met my gaze for the first time since we reunited. There was no arrogance, he didn’t try to dominate me. He looked tired, beat down. A belch slipped past his lips and his eyes darted open with surprise. He looked down at his bare bloated belly and gave the distended curve a poke.

“Yea. That is what it is. You probably think I’m a hypocrite. In a way that is true. I’ve always been the feeder in these relationships, not the other way around. I’m sorry, I’ve said it before but I am. I guess I’m just-”

Abram’s throat caught on the words. My anger toward him dulled, he looked like a scared kid. I grabbed his hand and scooted next to him, the bed creaking.

“I’ve never been fat before. And I’m already at two hundred! Three hundred fifty two pounds, Christ! If we ever get out of here, what will people say?”

I had never seen Abram this vulnerable before. He was being rather vain, but at the same time this change in fate really needled his insecurities. He looked like a teen before prom. Despite everything I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

“They’ll say you're the most handsome man I’ve ever met.”

Abram mouthed surprise a moment, but it didn’t last long. What I said acted like a tranquilizer, all the tension fell out of him. He wrapped his arms around me and let out a deep sigh. Before he could speak though, I moved my arm down and grabbed his muscled butt.

“You did do a number on me though. Forced me to share your kinks. After awhile… well, they rubbed off on me. The more I think about it, the more I get excited picturing you huge.” Abram swallowed uneasily but maintained his smile. I kept going, squeezing harder.

“I can’t wait till I can motorboat that ass.”